Friday, March 13, 2009

moony morning

downstairs in the no-sleeping room
I lay.
I thought of every single failure -
every thing undone -
every slight -
every turn un-stoned.
early on this day
I went outside
and saw her -
the fat one sailing through
the trees to the west
I didn't sleep either -
whispered as she flew.

1 comment:

arlommoen said...

I think "Stone unturned" sounds better.The rest I like. It fits the title.